Spells for Lost Things

by Jenna Evans Welch

The story began, as many stories do, with a girl who bloomed too big for the space that the world had carved out for her.

We are not figuratively, but literally stardust.

Unfortunately, it’s the big-hearted ones who tend to have the greatest risk for heartache. They give it their all, and then the world lets them down in a million tiny ways. Then they build walls.

My curse is that I don’t fit.

Only in the darkness can stars be seen.

I don’t have many days in my life that I’d like to repeat, but I could live in this one forever.

What was lost, now is found. Bring it to me, safe and sound. As I will it, so mote it be.

This is why I don’t open up to people—they’re never in my life long enough for it to matter.

Magic is when unseen elements come together to form something brand new, and that’s exactly what is happening here.

All is as it is. So mote it be, today, tonight, under moon, over sea.